Thursday, October 13, 2016

Rob Schackne #106 - At Some Point During The Night

At Some Point During The Night

I wonder whether every sip takes and givesaway something that’s never coming backThe illusionist so expert at indirecting the familiar from other matters nods wiselythen pours another one. Hardly knowing whyWe barely know enough to quit. Though it’s truethat visions can read the first chapters of the mindBut wear and tear affects the world. Snake laughs and gives my skin to a pretty Muse who sits with her long legs draped over the barstool sipping a wet martini. Her blouse is openShe gazes. She grins. Pokes out her tongueWants me to sit down. She buys the drinksKeeps smiling. Not sure about this summationor whether it’s much of a guide to being normal.